Twas long ago;
I chanced upon her Majesty,
When I was but a sailor,
And she the ocean\'s Queen.
With eyes of serpentine
And hair of em\'rald greene,
To me did she sing,
Sweet sister Lorelei.
Her voice could calm the sea
And still the Moon upon the sky,
Even after all these years
I see her in my mind;
Ocean queen, born of sorrow,
With seashell in her hand;
She was destined to rule the sea,
Despised by all the land.
She would comb her hair
Under moonlight\'s veil,
With hands that did play
Until the rooster\'s cry.
Lorelei was her name,
A maiden of the deep.
With hair of em\'rald greene,
She was the ocean Queen.
With eyes of serpentine
She would lock with mine;
Her beauty beyond compare,
Her voice would lure me close
Untill I was but a bloated corpse
Beneath the ocean stone.